Seeing a rainbow,
Watching the sky,
Finding a forest,
Spotting a butterfly,
The sunset,
And the night sky.
These are all miracles,
That make her sigh.
But when you come,
You make her cry.
She thinks you're so wonderful,
But you just pass by.
Why don't you stop,
And stop her poor cry?
That would be the miracle.
So sayeth I!